The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!... What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations? The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Walden (1854), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 2, p. 342, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Jesus' Fig Tree: He did belittle you.. but soon he'll bebig you.. and in the spring with blooms he will wig you.. in summer he'll summon a jade garb to resprig you.. and in the fall on patient twigs with fresh fruit he'll refig you.
My dear old grandfather Litcock said, just before they sprung the trap, you can't cheat an honest man. Never give a sucker an even break or smarten up a chump.
(George Marshall, and Eddie Cline. Larsen E. Whipsnade (W.C. Fields), You Can't Cheat an Honest Man, retort to a man who accuses him of dishonesty (1939).
Fields' old friend Eddie Cline was the uncredited director for all the comedian's scenes.)
Whatever does not spring from a man's free choice, or is only the result of instruction and guidance, does not enter into his very being, but still remains alien to his true nature; he does not perform it with truly human energies, but merely with mechanical exactness.
(Karl Wilhelm Von Humboldt (1767-1835), German statesman, philologist. Limits of State Action, ch. 3 (1792, repr. 1854), trans. and ed. by J.W. Burrow (1969).)
She had already allowed her delectable lover to pluck that flower which, so different from the rose to which it is nevertheless sometimes compared, has not the same faculty of being reborn each spring.
(Marquis de Sade (1740-1814), French author. "The Mystified Magistrate," (written 1787), first published in Historiettes, Contes et Fabliaux (1926).)
The satirist who writes nothing but satire should write but littleor it will seem that his satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the world in which he lives.
(Anthony Trollope (1815-1882), British novelist. Autobiography, ch. 10 (1883).
Trollope was writing of William Makepeace Thackeray, on his death (Christmas Day, 1863): "It was perhaps his chief fault as a writer that he could never abstain from that dash of satire which he felt to be demanded by the weaknesses which he saw around him.")